04:00hrs: I stirred uncomfortably, my amour propre was at a low ebb. The Thought-Storming began, mostly involving yesterday’s Whoopsies, Accifauxpas, and mistakes made on the computer that cost me so much time and concentration to correct. Not that I managed it. This, in turn, changed the thoughts to my actions required today, and the fact that I know they will fail! Gawd Blimey, on a right downer, and I’ve not moved yet!
I got up without too much bother and made my way to the well-used, EOGPB (Emergency-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket). I had a UDYP (Urgent-Deep-Yellow-and-Painful) wee-wee, and off to get the kettle on.
It was not as gloomy as yesterday morning was. Cleaned the bucket and got the kettle turned on. Then I had to nip to the wet room for a wee-wee.
My right side was shaking a bit, and the legs, ankles, shoulder, and arms felt a bit weak with it. As is to be expected, with the damned, Peripheral Neuropathy, they can do nothing about it. So, I’ll keep on as long as I can. I had a wash and wiped the contact points.
Then I went back to make the brew and do the BP and take the medications. Which was a bit of a shock? The pulse was showing 101f. The temperature was 38.6°c, but it has been low for so long. Making the brew was an effort, spilling the tea, the milk, the right hand at times, doing just what it wanted.
I was feeling a bit down in the mouth about how things were going. Or rather sorry for myself, no longer able to do everyday things without struggling, in pain, Accifauxpas or Whoopsiedangleplops.And the concentration takes it out of me nowadays, too. Ah-well!
But, my thoughts turned to my beloved TFZ Facebooking and Blogging needs of the day. And accompanied with some odd noises from somewhere, and the louder than usual, ‘Horrible Hum,’ I made my way to the computer, but got sidetracked by the need to use the Porcelain Throne.
A reet-messy job. Three flushes needed to clear things. Tsk! Then I cleaned my body and the porcelain bowl and off to the computer.
I started updating the Friday post, in between a few wee-wees, and Dizzy Dennis visits. I did get in finished, much later than usual. The shaking caused most of the difficulties. Emailed the links off. Sent the addresses off.
Went on Pinterest, but the Add Box was not there? So, I abandoned it. Then I did a search on Google to see if they had any problems. It appears that they are to close down in the next seven days? That’s the end of that, then! Next, onto the WordPress Reader.
Then on Facebooking. I had a message sent from an administrator, who explained that me posting photographs of my ailment affected parts of my body, legs, etc., was unacceptable, and he’d had complaints about them from members.
I never even gave it a thought before, it shows how thick I am! He was right, of course. Me being engrossed, as one is, with the increasingly handicapping problems, and my natural openness are the problem, methinks. I set to deleting every (I hope) photo of my body, scars, wounds, and injuries, on the site. I went through all the images on the galleries and removed any that could be offensive. It took me a couple of hours plus. He’s only doing his voluntary job, mind. No sulking from me, plenty of embarrassment, though!
Then, to cheer me up, as I was making another brew of Thompsons Punjana, Toothache Thomas kicked in. (Now I did let a smidge of sorry-for-myselfness creep in. Humph!) I took an extra pain killer and let the tea go really lukewarm before taking it.
The almost howling ‘Hum,’ and the tap-tap knocking from Herbert, accompanied me, as I made a start on this blog. I even kept catching the little burn on my finger, when the Shaking Shaun had a go at me, repeatedly.
But it was hard, exhausting work. Lack of concentration and neuropathic right side of the body, with Nicodemus’s neurotransmitters going down on and off, made me frustrated and increased the time it took me to get anything done on the computer. It’ll be interesting when, or if I ever get on CorelDrawing. I just needed Shuddering Shoulder Shirley to ease off a bit. But she was in a determined mood so far this morning.
I decided to go on CorelDraw to see how I’d go with it. TT (Toothache Thomas) was persistent as well. I had a go at creating some TFZer and Thoughts graphics. Amazingly, I was coping with it, not easily, but steady progress was being made. Chiefly because Shuddering Shoulder Shirley, had, at last, suddenly calmed down a bit. (Bless her cotton socks!)
Jenny phoned me, she thought I was with a different Doctor, one that supplies hearing aid batteries. She knew I was running short on them. Also, she’s sorted out the food deliveries, What a woman! Between what I’d had on her Sainsbury’s order, and vis versa with my Morrisons. Besides that, she’d found out that an Amazon Prime member, can order Morrison’s food from Amazon to be delivered the next day, with a lower minimum order than the £40 what Morrisons require! I shall look into it later. She’s so kind looking after others, Bless her, she’s a sweetheart!
Back on the CorelDrawing, and a few minutes later, I heard the Intercom. It was an angry young man, who it seems has been waiting for me to answer the intercom for ages! When he got up, he dropped the parcel and ran off, not interested in my thanks or explanation. With the hearing aid batteries nearly ran out, and the pathetically quiet tone of the intercom, plus, it often not working. It’s been a disaster from them fitting it! Not to mention that I didn’t hear him while I was on the phone! (Int life a bugger!) But now I have some Facemasks to use. If and when I can get myself out and about on the bus again.
Unsure about things now. The Nurse said I was to stay in full isolation? The Government rulings are confusing.
I got three graphics done, but it was nearly 14:00hrs by then. Humph!
So, off to get the ablutions done. A reasonably good session it was too! Apart from the dropsies in the shower, there was only a handful to count, no toe-stubbings, or knocking anything over either.
Mind you, I did crack my right shoulder against the door frame on leaving and dropped the towel and camera. My walking into things is not going to get any better, the Peripheral Pete, and the Doctors assure me of that.
Silver-Ling-Search-Results: The camera was not damaged! I tried it when I got into the kitchen to get the meal sorted out.
I did a bit of nephelococcygia, as the meal cooked.
I got the one-pan used meal served up. Hot Dog sausages and a jar of tomato passata with peppers, the bread thins, and a carton of orange juice, with a pot of jelly. Taste rating; 7/10.
It went down well. I got the pots washed, and then settled in the c1968 recliner with my feet up, to dine.
Put the TV on. But my concentration was not there. Guilt and fears were in the Storm Thoughts, and sleep was not interested in joining me.